All the subtle flavours of my life

Have become bitter seeds,

And poisoned leaves

Without you.

You represent what's true.

I drain the colour from the sky

And turn blue,

Without you.

These arms lack a purpose,

Flapping like a humming-bird,

I'm nervous 'cause

I'm the left eye,

You're the right.

Would it not be madness to fight?

We come one.

In you the song which rights my wrongs,

In you the fullness of living,

The power to begin again,

From right now, In you,

We come one.

I'm unafraid.

Never, never scared.

Worries washed,

Pressed and aired.

I am the left eye,

You're the right,

Would it not be madness to fight?

We come one.